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“I have dinner plans, but I can try to come back for a few hours afterwards,” I offered, making him frown.

“What dinner plans?”

“Rory’s having some family dinner for a new kid she’s helping.” I shrugged, a scoff leaving him.

“So Riley invited you?”

“Well, yeah.”

I had no idea why they hated each other so much, but it was getting ridiculous.

“You’re just a challenge for her to conquer, babe. I bet if you let her fuck you, you’d never see her again,” he grunted, his arm tightening around me protectively. “Just stay here. You have to stop jumping when she tells you to. Where is she right now?” My face heated with embarrassment, making him roll his eyes. “See? You don’t know where she is, but she expects you to be available whenever she wants. You let her walk all over you and I hate it.”

“She’s my best friend,” I said awkwardly, but he just shook his head as if he was disappointed with me. I always tried hard to please him, but it never seemed like enough.

“No. She’s using you. She’s been chasing your pussy forever. Bail on dinner and show her she’s not in charge of you.”

I thought the music was too loud for anyone else to hear us, but his friends all seemed to be waiting for my response. If I fought him on it, he’d look like an idiot in front of them and he’d be upset with me, but if I agreed, I’d piss Riley off.

“I guess I could stay here instead,” I said slowly as I finally nodded, relaxing as he smiled.

“That’s my girl. Come on, drink more. You’ve got to catch up.”

I tried hard not to throw up as I downed my drink, and by the time I’d finished my second, Stanley was getting handsy. It wasn’t unusual, we had a pretty active sex life, but I always felt awkward when he was so public with it.

The girl from earlier was glaring at me as she sat on another guy's lap on the other couch, her lip lifting into a sneer as I brushed Stanley’s wandering hand from my breast. “Stop being such a prude. He’s your boyfriend, isn’t he?”

The guy she was sitting on snickered, running his gaze over me. “I bet she’s a virgin.”

“Don’t be a dick,” Stanley scolded, throwing an empty beer can at him. “She’s been on my dick for years. Your ugly mug is probably making her uncomfortable.”

“She doesn’t even have tits. Is she legal?”

I looked away from him, knowing my face was bright red. I honestly didn’t have boobs, my body was flat all over and I hated it, but the guy didn’t have to point it out for everyone to notice.

“I love her tits, fuck you.” Stanley laughed, leaning back on the couch and pulling me with him, my back flush with his chest as his hands cupped my breasts. “They’re the perfect size.”

“Stop it,” I asked as discomfort washed through me, swatting at his hands. “We don’t need to talk about my boobs.”

“Why not? They’re nice.” His lips trailed down my neck, his voice dropping. “Your shirt’s just hiding them, that’s all.”

The girl muttered about him being full of shit as she climbed from the guy’s lap and left the room, one of the other girls chasing after her. I heard the door slam, telling me they’d left.

“Show him,” Stanley breathed out beside my ear, making me tense. “Show Raymond those perky tits.”

“W–what?” I stammered, my stomach twisting as he gently squeezed them through my shirt.

“C’mon. Give him a peek at the goods. Don’t let him talk down to you like that,” he demanded, sliding his hands down my stomach to grab the bottom of my shirt. “You’re hot, babe. Don’t be shy.”

“No,” I said firmly, wriggling on his lap to try and get up. “I don’t care if he doesn’t like my tits. I’m not here to impress him.”

“Live a little. I’m not asking you to fuck him or anything.” He grinned, kissing my cheek. “Unless you want to experience a threesome, then I’d allow him to get between those pretty thighs of yours.”

My heart was hammering in my chest, and fear tore through me as he pushed my hands out of the way to pull my shirt up. “Stanley!”

“They’re just tits, Luna. Relax. ” He scoffed, having no issue restraining me so he could flash my boobs to his friends, some of them snickering at me. Tears burned my eyes as the cool air hit my nipples, and Raymond gave me a smirk.

“They’re not bad for small tits.”